Hades Harry & Demon Harry

Masterlist

Imagines 

The one where Harry’s in love with you but you’re clueless and dating someone else Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The one where you just wanted a fling but Harry wanted to take it slow Part 1 Part 2 

The one where you need comfort and Harry just loves you 

College Harry Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

I love you too & I love you too II

Best friend’s brother Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

From The Dinning Table Part 1 Part 2

Moving in Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 +1 Part 13 +1 

Stop at Abbey Road 

Frat boy Harry smut

Haze 

Bad Kisser 

Flirt 

The Girl, the Miss, the Mrs Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Ohana Part 1 Part 2

Lawyer Harry Part 1 Part 2

Doctor Harry 

 Principio 

 Principio II

 Grito por dentro 

Dulce introducción al caos

Golfa

Cerca del suelo

Hoy te la meto hasta las orejas 

Primer movimiento: El sueño

Rojitas las orejas 

Corto

El sitio de mi recreo

 So Payaso

El Pájaro Azul

Salir

Moody Blue

La vereda de la puerta de atrás

Segundo movimiento: Lo de fuera

 Pequeño rocanrol endémico

 Yo me quedo contigo aquí

Buscando una Luna 

Si te vas 

Ocean Eyes

Locura Transitoria 

Un suspiro acompasado 

Pierdo verticalidad

Cuando no me ves 

Sweet Creature

Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro 

Cuarto movimiento: La realidad

T la sudo

Spanish Eyes

The End Of The Road

   Doctor Harry blurbs: 

Single:

A hard day’s night 

Parents: 

Bad mom 

First belly

Scared

Prompts 

Prompt List 

Prompts 1&18 #I can’t stand your silence #Give me a chance

Prompt 2 I thought we were family

Prompt 5 Just because I’m mad doesn’t mean I don’t love you 

Prompts 6&19 Let me look at you & Just don’t shut me out, okay?

Prompts 15&33 You have no idea what you do to me & God you make me mad

Prompt 24 We’d make such cute babies 

Prompt 27 I would but I can’t feel my legs 

Requests List

All requested writing (mostly blurb length) listed here! Also found under the “request: filled” tag. * demarcates smut.

001. Camping

002. Listen to Me

005. Love Him More

007. Promise Forever

009. Camping in the Rain*

010. Not Today

011. Too Much*

012. Silence*

013. Missing Kisses

015. Hot and Cold*

016. KISS for Styles*

017. The Last One

018. Reward

019. Not Fake*

020. You Wanker

022. Public (and Private) Displays of Affection

023. Time and Pride

024.Do You One Better

025. The Interview

026. Bottled Dressing

027. Call or….

028. Work Life and Home Life

029. Protect

030. Worth It

031. Kicks

032. Fight Me*

033. Under Their Noses

034. Mumma

035. Camping Indoors*

036. Hair or No Hair

037. Help*

038. Mother’s Day

039. Mrs. Styles*

040. A Harry Girl

041. Man in Uniform*

042. You’re Pregnant, Love*

043. He’s a Dead Man*

044. Tell Me, Darling*

045. Make You Feel Better*

046. Important or Summat*

047. A Few Extras

049. Morning Sickness

050. My Girl, My Boy 

051. Safety in His Embrace

052.Soft Kisses

053. Know You*

054. Or Summat*

056. Primal*

057. Safe Word

058. Proud or Summat*

059. Middle of the Night

060. Lions and Vikings and Bears – Oh My!

063. Please Don’t Cry

064. Jet Plane*

065. The Only One

066. Be Right Here

It’s About Balance Sequence Requests

003. More About Jealousy*

004. More About Waiting*

006. More About Trouble

008. More About Mouths*

014. More About Timing*

021. More About Saying Hello*

More About Anniversaries - It’s About Balance One Shot*

061. More About Balance*

062. More About Boyfriends

Requests that spun into a lot more…. Oops.

Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd*

Three Days and a Lemon Curd* - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 002

Lemon Curds Anytime - Thirty Minutes and a Lemon Curd Part 003*

048. Just Between Us

055. Leather and Cars*

Half request, half me being a weak ass

Still Not Fake*

You know you want it…

Hiii can you do something where the reader gets like a disposable film camera and she and harry take pictures together

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i hope you meant instagram post cuz that’s what i’m doing! also excuse the horrible editing of her hair in the last one idk

also happy harry day!! cant believe he’s 27 i feel like a proud mom haha. harry has truly changed my life i love him so much

enjoy!!

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yourinstagram harry gave me a disposable camera so now that’s alllll i’m gonna use

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harryfan1 the cherries 🥺

y/nfan1 ma’am why are on the floor

y/nfan2 not him giving her a camera with a symbol from a song about his ex to his new gf 😣

↳ yourinstagram no camille slander allowed here :)

harryfan2 don’t you call him baby

↳ yourinstagram WERE NOT TALKING LATELY, DONT YOU CALL HIM WHAT YOU USED TO CALL MEEEE

y/nfan3 his prettiest baby 🥺

↳ harrystyles For my prettiest baby.

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harrystyles Right back at ya.

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yourinstagram he stole my cherry camera 😡

harryfan1 i would bite him to get it back

↳ yourinstagram i tried 😔

harryfan2 she out here living that fanfiction life 😫✋

y/nfan1 ma’am it’s called kneeing him in the balls

↳ yourinstagram nah that part of him is sacred

y/nfan2 damn you horny or something?

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yourinstagram happy birthday, dimples. there are not enough words to describe how happy you make me. happy 27, oldie <3

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harryfan1 THE NICKNAME BYE THEYRE TOO CUTE

y/nfan1 lemme go cry 🥲

harryfan2 dimples omg that’s the best nickname for him

harrystyles Woman, you are not far behind don’t call me old >:(

y/nfan2 ooohhh he mad @yourinstagram what are you gonna do??

yourinstagram @harrystyles will a kiss help?

↳ harrystyles ...Yes, get over here.

annetwist Cuties 😘

↳ yourinstagram i miss you!!!

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harrystyles She won’t stop.

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yourinstagram it’s your fault 😁

harryfan1 i say push her into the water with ✨kindness✨

y/nfan1 okay ma’am but we need a fit check

harryfan2 i still can’t believe he’s posting about a girl i thought this day would never come

annetwist Leave her alone! 😂

↳ harrystyles Sorry mum. x

y/nfan2 oop yess anne!!

yourinstagram @annetwist call me!!!

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yourinstagram he a model or whateva

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yourinstagram that’s my fucking shirt btw

harrystyles *Hair flip*

harryfan1 humble him 😫✋

y/nfan1 his left arm is so hot

harryfan2 his curls ughh 😩

y/nfan2 it’s harry’s world we’re just living in it

↳ harrystyles Facts.

yourbff i say take all his gucci suits

harryfan3 his ego is growinggggg

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harrystyles Only lime chips they said. @yourinstagram @yourbff

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yourinstagram you didn’t even get lay’s 😩

yourbff @lays sponsor us :)

y/nfan1 harry you wrong for not getting lays

↳ harrystyles I didn’t know!!!

harryfan1 i say his punishment is sleeping on the couch

y/nfan2 again i say...kneeing him in the balls

yourinstagram @harrystyles have you learned your lesson?

↳ harrystyles Yes. :(

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yourinstagram necklace

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yourinstagram oh shit gemma saw this, hiii 🥲

↳ gemmastyles Just ✨ignoring✨the comment...Hi babe I miss you come back

y/nfan1 i-

harryfan1 so we being kinky on the tl huh?

y/nfan2 i thought i was on instagram not onlyfans

harryfan2 she out here living the dream 😔✋

y/nfan3 i’m so lonely

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yay hope you liked it!

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@samaratheweirdo @sarcasticallywitty15 @letsgoparty-ah-ah-ah-yeah @tom-hollands-wife

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Harry likes his hair played with.

Y/N loves Harry’s hair.

Like, really... really loves it.

It’s gotten to a certain length in which it’s not super curly anymore, but there’s still a slight wave to it, and Y/N loves it.

She runs her fingers through it whenever she can, and she’s even gone as far as to making it her job to wash his hair when they shower together.

“I can wash my own hair, lovie,” Harry chuckles, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist as she works the shampoo into a lather on his scalp.

“I know,” she smiles, “but I like doing it for you... so, hush.” She playfully sticks her tongue out at him, making him chuckle again, and close his eyes as he enjoys the head massage Y/N throws in while giving his hair a good wash.

She reminisces on the nice memory as she’s sat on the couch with Harry, her left leg propped up while her right is bent, sort of in a criss-cross fashion (if her left leg were crossed as well) and her fingers — of course — tangled in Harry’s hair. Her nails scrape across his scalp, making him purr almost at the sensation, and she bops him on the nose with her free hand.

“That feels nice; like my own personal ASMR.” His voice is almost slurred, practically in a trance from the soothing stimulus. “Don’t stop.”

“Are we still talking about me playing with your hair?” Y/N jokes.

Harry juts her in the side with his elbow softly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Nothing but a filthy mind, aren’t ya? I’m sitting here enjoying a nice scalp massage, and you turned it dirty.”

“I learned from the best.” She pulls her hands from his hair to reach for her phone, earning her a low whine from Harry.

“Nuh-uh,” he pleads. “Keep going.” He grabs her wrists and leads her hands back to his hair, placing her fingers poised up on their tips on his scalp. She doesn’t budge, knowing Harry will get whiny soon, and she likes to see that. He lets out a child-like plea, begging for her to continue what she was doing earlier, and it makes Y/N giggle. “Baby...” He takes it upon himself to move her fingers for her, although not being satisfied with the result. “I want you to do it.”

She gives in, moving her fingers at her own will in small, circular motions to appease her boyfriend. “Spoiled,” she teases.

“M’no’ spoiled.” Y/N yanks at his hair — a bit firmly — and Harry groans. “Okay, maybe I am a li’l.”

“A lot.” She twirls a piece of hair that had fallen on his forehead. “I’ve been doing this for half an hour.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it. I know you do.”

“Whatever.” She yanks at his hair again, giggling.

“I’d play with your hair too, but you never let me.” A pout appears on his lips, as well as a frown-y expression making his eyebrows pinch together.

“Because my hair gets frizzy if you play with it when it’s dry!”

“I could play with it in the mornings before you shower.”

Y/N hadn’t thought of that. “Oh, my God, you’re right.”

“Aren’t I always?”

Y/N pulls her hands from his hair once more, making him gasp and lay his head in her lap. “No, I’m sorry!” He places her hands back in his hair, his hands atop hers, and their fingers linked together. “Please, keep going.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, put on the newest season of Stranger Things. I know you didn’t watch it because when I brought up the Mind Flayer, you didn’t know what I was taking about.”

Harry would do anything if it meant Y/N could play with his hair forever.

Grumpy, Part IV (FINALE) - A Harry Styles Imagine

PAIRING: Harry/Y/N

RATING: PG

WORD COUNT: 12.5k

A/N: omg did i actually finish a series??? wow.. thanks to everyone for the love and notes on this series, it’s been a blast and has improved my writing a bit too. be sure to check out my masterlist for more of my writing too!

“You should leave,” you say in a low voice.

“You’re fucking joking,” Harry scoffs, shaking his head while breaking the heartbreaking gaze between you two. Then he meets your eyes again, scowling. “Fine, this was fucking stupid to think would work anyways,” Harry almost hisses out the words to you.

Another punch to the heart. And then it breaks when he turns around, slamming your door behind him. The room is silent following his departure. You’re zoned out on the door, thinking maybe he’ll walk back in, but he doesn’t. With your heart beating hard in your chest, you wet your lips as a tear falls down your face. Slowly moving to your sofa, you hug the small pillow and let yourself cry. But after this, you had to get yourself back together and be the person Jeff knew you to be. The person he seemed to need - not the one that had gone behind his back and fallen in love with Harry.

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The one when Y/N and Harry’s emotions are all over the place and they’re unsure how things will end.

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Third Time’s A Charm

“What d’you think of this one?”

Holding an old ratty t-shirt he’s pulled from the bottom of the pile he’d been examining for the past twenty minutes, he looks absolutely triumphant - like he’s just found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow - and it makes your heart skip a beat.

“That’s a good one,” You smile and he wiggles his brows teasingly before turning back towards the vintage jackets rack he’d been eying, walking towards it while he hung his new treasure on his shoulder.

He’s pretty.

He’s so so pretty.

And he’s sunny, too. Like the sun had a son and decided to send him down to earth to live amongst mere mortals like you. His smile lights up the room and sends flames up your heart, that aches with how much you feel for him. He’s the sun, the moon, the stars… he’s everything to you and you don’t even know how to tell him.

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Secret Love Song

Hello, everyone! I’m writing again for the first time in about a year and I am so excited. I’ve been playing with this idea for a while but I finally got the motivation over last few weeks. ( i wonder why ;) ) There’s a bit more to it and I was considering posting a Part Two. So let me know if you want to see that!

“Why can’t I say I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops.”

It was all happening for him. Having a solo career was something Harry had dreamed of since he was a kid – it was what he had showed up for at the X-Factor audition in the first place. He’d been more than happy to have the opportunity to be a part of the band and to experience everything with boys by his side. But now, for the first time in 7 years, his dream had finally become his reality.

The day had come for his debut album to release, one of the most anticipated days in the industry, and you couldn’t find anything suitable to wear to the release party. Some of your dresses were nice enough but nothing screamed important industry party to you.

You throw yourself down on your bed, burying your face deep into your pillow, figuring maybe you wouldn’t go. Between the music executives, press and fans, Harry would be tied up all night anyway. And the fact that the public still didn’t know about the two of you wouldn’t help much. He’d practically begged you to come though but his insistent invitation had a bit of a damper to it when he gently reminded you, you’d be going as his sister’s date. But even so, he swore up and down that he wanted you there, whether you got to be together or not.

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Drive Me Wild

- where Harry has a problem expressing emotions, and Y/n talks too much

Masterlist 

A/N: mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, indications of depression, and a very mild form of smut (if we can really call it that)

Song mentioned: Invisible String by Taylor Swift 

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December 23, 2016

“Do you even have feelings for me?”

Celeste was sitting across the booth at their local diner, a half-empty mug of hot chocolate left stale at the table top, her eyes wet and cold just like the December she’d been trying so desperately to feel warm in.

Harry had his hands held together in front of him, his eyes void and stare blank as his mind played back to all the times he’d given his all to her. Sure, he didn’t always do it with a smile on his face or with lovestruck eyes, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy.

And how could she not see it? How could she not feel it? He didn’t even bother spending his time with anybody else because he didn’t like anybody else. She was his only company, his only kiss, his only friend.

How was that not enough?

“What would make you think that I don’t?”

She laughed, right in his face, like it wasn’t enough to tear him apart.

“You’re kidding me, right?” She looked serious then, her face fallen and lips frowned. He felt stupid because he must have done something he couldn’t remember, or something to blindly hurt her feelings, yet he had no idea what it was. They were doing so good. “Do you even know how you look at me? Like I’m not even here. Like I’m boring you half to death. I can’t even tell what you’re feeling right now.”

Broken, sad, confused. He wanted to tell her that — he really did — but what would it have mattered? He’d still have that same meaningless stare and that same emptiness that had brought them to that very moment. She wouldn’t believe him even if she wanted to.

And it shouldn’t have broken him as much as it did, considering they weren’t even dating — just testing the waters, feeling each other out, wondering if their dreams could ever belong in their reality — but it hurt him just the same. She was the closest thing to a girlfriend Harry ever had, after all.

“Talking to you is like — it’s like talking to a wall. You’re just… there.”

She stopped to look at him more intentionally then — maybe she had missed something all along. Maybe, there was something he did to show the smallest of his emotions, like a shift in his eye, a pitch in his breath, a quiver of his lip.

But just like every other time, there was nothing. He was incurably empty.

“I think you’ve laughed at something I’ve said maybe, five times?” She let out a breathy chuckle because the tension was so thick she could hardly keep herself together, and she was so nervous, and he was so unpredictable. “And then you have this way with your words where, like you say certain things to beat around the bush about how you truly feel about me, and then it makes me wonder if it’s because you don’t even feel that way at all.”

He wanted to argue with her so bad. He wanted so badly to prove to her how wrong she was but how could he have, when she was so right?

Nobody had ever taught him how to do that — the relationships, the emotions, the vulnerability that came with being human. He couldn’t even recall a single time his parents had laughed at something he had said — couldn’t recall his parents ever having friends over, having date nights, even smiling at one another.

And to make matters worse, he was an only child. He was constantly around the voidance of his parents, the empty conversations, the pit of silences — really, that was all he had ever known. And later, that was what he grew into.

And if he could have changed it, he would have. But how does one go from keeping it all inside, to letting it all out?

He’s tried it all — emptying bottles of wine, smoking down blunts, shoving pills down his throat — and still couldn’t he laugh alongside himself, smile at memories that haven’t let him go, pour his heart out to strangers.

That wasn’t him. That wasn’t who he was supposed to be, no matter how hard he tried to be that person for her.

But again, why wasn’t that enough?

“But I’m here, aren’t I?”

Celeste looked at him like it was the last time she was ever going to. And he knew.

“I don’t think you want to be.”

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